OUR JOURNEY
We were three, though unequal but warriors
Like the herdsmen we were
A glance tells of Our Genesis
All bound in one future
On our way came ghosts white
Scepter they posses
Extorting and painting us white
Suddenly we woke, we the warriors
In extricate we intricate
Till they went as they came
Our dreams climaxed in one confidence
Far not from there, one said to another
Thou are a ghost
What I heard was groans, our fate I know not.
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